ONE WEEK LATER...
"There's something you should know about Francesca, Aenar...." She began in a whisper. Court had been dismissed, and she sort to tell him the truth. "She's having an affair with V...."
"I do not wish to hear it Your Grace." The Prince shuns her abruptly.
"Y-your G-grace?" Alicent blinked. "It's been years since you called me that....." She stutters in the hallways.
"I assume that will be how things will go. Henceforth." His voice was cold."
"W-what I have done. Tis something I said to anger you?"
"You accused my wife of cheating, how do you expect me to react.." Aenar girts his teeth.
"I speak the truth..." Alicent mutters lowly as few lords and ladies walked past her, paying obeisance.
Aenar watched the nobles go and turns to Alicent. "I do not believe you. Francesca is a loyal woman." He walked past her
"Elissa and Maekar aren't even your children." She confessed, halting the Prince in his foot steps.
The Heir to the iron throne turns back to the Queen nearing her with a narrowed gaze.
"You must believe me Aenar, Elissa and Maekar are not of your blood. Your marriage with her is nothing, but a scandal..."
"A scandal?" Aenar tsked to a scoffs. "Are you so coaxed with hate, defaming my wife's image to suit your ego? She's the future Queen."
Alicent pursed her lips "Aenar listen to me...."
"Are you jealous, she'd take your place? Are you scared you'd soon become irrelevant, or are you speaking the same tongue as your viper father, to discredit my consort to raise your house's standing."
Aghast, Queen Alicent felt insulted.
"My nieces warned me about you and your father, but I have being undermined, now I see it vividly, your harboured resentment towards my wife is beyond understanding."
"I only meant...."
"You're jealous I chose her over you." Aenar spat bitterly.
Alicent fisted her palms. "You didn't chose her, Viserys chose her for you, and he did it to ......"
"My brother did what was best for the family, just as he chose you as his Queen. We both know your father used you as a pawn to perch the iron throne with his claws, trying to make Aegon heir apparent...."
"That is not true..." Alicent feigned.
"Ofcourse you'd deny it and support Otto's ambition. You're both the same."
Hissing. "As is your wife......Francesca is a fraud." Alicent mutters plainly.
Aenar inhales deeply.
"She doesn't have good intentions towards you Aenar, she's plotting you're ruin...."
Aenar interjects. "For your information Francesa is no fraud....Incase you haven't noticed people have began to notice your strife with her at court, they whisper behind our backs of your unchecked impunity, say we're too close, and how jealous you are of the future Queen. I've decided to put an end to such vile gossips."
"What gossip? Tis a bland rumour." Alicent questioned.
Aenar ignores. "We're over.... Your Grace. I've soiled my oath, broke my honour, Tis time I redeem it, focus on my duites and my family."
Alicent pursed her lips. "Then what about us getting married? Our future."
"There's no future between us." Aenar brushes off the debate.
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Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen
Fantasía"F-fuck." Alicent's shudders bitting her lips as his girth shifts her womb. "Argh!..." Aenar groans into her ear as he grasped her hips and thrust, hours and hours of his own pent-up desire, fuelling each lunge into her, the silky sheath of his stee...
